Angel in the Park

A short story first posted November 2012, dusted, polished and presented anew.

angel by The Digital Artist

‘Angel’ by The Digital Artist

Friday, and I flew through the door, excitement bubbling, impatient to tell Bill what had happened. I dropped my jacket on the floor, dropped my butt on the bed and picked up my floppy eared dog. I told him, I’d seen a fairy in the park. It—he—was just sitting there! Sitting right on my bench, the one where I usually eat my sarnies.

Of course, I walked on past. I sat on a bench farther along. Wasn’t like the park was busy. Plenty of benches for many more bums. But I kept looking back at him.

Yea, I know it’s hard to believe, I answered Bill’s bitty growl. But I swear it’s all true. A fairy was sitting on my usual bench in St George’s Park. Well, I thought him a fairy at first. Then I wondered if he was an elf. I mean, do we know the defining features?

Of course, he wasn’t either, neither fairy, nor elf. He was an angel. See, fairies and elves are diminutive things, that’s why we call them the wee folk. But he wasn’t small, he was big. Though not super-big; he wasn’t a giant. He was more … kind of man-sized.

But, as I told Bill, he wasn’t a human. How did I know? Because of the weather.

All morning, totally overcast, not a glimpse or glimmer of blue. Yet there in the park at lunch the sun was shining. Shining! And he was the source. All lit up, he was, like his halo had slipped and ballooned around him.

So, as I told Bill, he must be an angel. Unless he’s a saint. Anyway, disregarding; this was Friday night, so what to do for the weekend? I could play at Farnaby again. But to be honest, that Farnaby game was beginning to bore me.

The first few times, yea, great; I got a kick out of creating my own village and populating it. But now it was toddling along the excitement had gone from it. It was just something to do to pass time, like doing a jigsaw. What it needed was a disaster to kill off a few people. Then I could bring in some more. I pondered that, assessing the situation. Perhaps I could spend the weekend finding a site for the cemetery? Possibly close to the church, though that might require a major clearance. I chuckled, a thought then hitting. What if the villagers woke up on Sunday morning to find an angel asleep on the village green?

I asked Bill his opinion. Who’d be the first of Farnaby’s folk to greet the angel? And which of the residents has he come to help? It wouldn’t be the vicar. I’d made him a perv.

I sighed. If only I could create my own life as easily. I was trying; I’d read the books. But it seemed I was travelling through Sameness Country. Still, I had seen an angel in the park.

*

Monday, and as soon as I came through the door I had to tell Bill, he was there again today.

He was sitting exactly where he’d sat before, as if he’d not moved all weekend. As before, I kept on walking. But this time he called to me.

‘Hey! Hey, love!’

I ignored him. I mean, I was so embarrassed. There were people today and they could have heard, could have seen. But then I felt bad, so I turned back again.

‘Love!’ he called to me.

I wondered why he didn’t call me by name. As an angel he ought to have known it. But then maybe God hadn’t told him. Maybe God didn’t know it? Now I thought on it, that did seem likely what with me being an atheist. Anyway, I didn’t answer him. The angel that is, not the Big G. In truth, I wasn’t that sure he was actually there. I mean, I could have been hallucinating, though I’d never hallucinated before, and I didn’t want people staring at me, thinking me nuts.

However, I walked back to the bench and stood right in front of him. Being close sent a tingling feeling into my tummy, and tiny invisible feet that danced all over me, shooting a shiver right down my back. It was quite pleasant in a fearful way. Remembering a lesson in one of the How To books, I gathered my courage and tried to speak without moving my lips—just in case he wasn’t real, and someone was watching. ‘Are you talking to me?’

As I told Bill, he looked good enough to eat without salt. Young—or at least younger than me. Yet somehow, looking old—or was that just wise. Old and wise in an unworldly way.

He was wearing a jacket, leather. A flight-jacket. Apt, that, for an angel to wear. But I couldn’t believe what he said to me. ‘Got any change, love?’

And no, before you think it, he’s not one of those winos who congregate there. Winos, I’ve noticed, tend not to have halos. Not unless they’re dark halos of long, greasy uncombed hair. I’ll tell you as I told Bill, he is divine.

Anyway, I hadn’t any change. Well I had, but I needed that for myself. But I was honest, I told him.

‘Sorry,’ I said. ‘But if I give it to you I’ll be skint. What d’you want it for, anyway?’

He laughed. ‘I don’t. I just wanted something to say. Something to keep you here. To keep you talking.’

I sat down then. Well, dropped agog, really. I sat right beside him. Far too close. He was definitely not a wino. I mean, when have you ever seen a well-kept wino sitting on a park bench. And I don’t mean just his clothes, but his body too. I had to keep watch, not to lick my lips. He had a very fit body. And yes, he was definitely there, not a figment of my imagination. I could feel the heat of him. Angels are creatures of fire and light, and he was burning very bright.

At this, Bill gave me such a look. But I told him, I’ll wax lyrical all I like.

He introduced himself. Martin.

I said, ‘That’s not a Jewish name.’

Hey, listen to me: “I said, he said”. But we were sitting on that bench in St George’s Park, talking like regular folk. “Martin the Angel and I conversed—” Isn’t that something! I was so glad to have Bill to tell all this to. I swear I’d have burst if I had to keep it all to myself.

‘Rachel,’ I told him, meaning my name.

He raised his left brow. ‘Jewish?’

‘No,’ I said. ‘Atheist.’ And could have kicked myself for such a reply.

But before I could explain, he came right back with, ‘Snap.’

I blinked several times at him. Snap: such a strange thing to say.

‘Have you fallen?’ I asked. I mean, how else to explain this peculiar anomaly: an atheist angel? Was he best buddy with Satan? One of his Chosen.

‘Fallen from grace?’ he asked. ‘No, I never was there.’

I noticed the people walking past kept giving me glances. Could they see him? Or did they think me off my trolley, another of the nutters we get it the park, just sat there talking no one? I was feeling embarrassed. In a way I was glad that he’d knocked the senses out of me and I’d no more to say. I mean, an atheist angel, who’s ever heard of it. But by then my stomach was reminding me I’d not yet eaten. Yet how could I munch into a cheese and garlic sandwich with him beside me. He might speak again, I might need to answer. I couldn’t do that with a mouth full of raw garlic.

Then he suddenly asked me, ‘Do you?’

I didn’t ask him to clarify: Do I what? I just went into a panic. I shuffled my butt along the bench, an arm’s length between us at least. I mean, here was this guy I’d only just met and there he was asking if ‘I do’. But do I do what? A big dose of sense came clobbering over me. You hear such terrible things. My mother always warned us of strangers. My sisters would have run scared long before now. Mum always said they’d more sense than me. And my brother would be going ape if he knew.

I tell you, I was scared. I hadn’t been till then, but now with him asking me that ….

I sat up straight, business-like, my ‘don’t mess with me, buster, look’, ready to run if I must. Though I hoped that I wouldn’t.

‘Do I do what?’ I asked, cos some clue would be good.

‘Do you smoke?’ he said. ‘Regular, I mean. I don’t mean the funny stuff.’

‘No,’ I said. I was afraid I would laugh. I mean, relief does that and I didn’t want to scare him away.

‘Pity,’ he said and drew a lonely cigarette from a battered box.

Then, clear out of the blue, he said, ‘I’m an angel.’

Yea, I know I’d speculated that, but to hear him say it totally freaked me. Stunned into silence by the revelation, I simply gawped at him.

‘Would you like to come for a walk?’ he asked.

‘Work,’ I said. ‘I have to get back.’ That wasn’t the truth. The town hall clock had just struck the half.

‘I didn’t mean now. Not this moment. I was asking you out. A date.’

‘Oh,’ I said. ‘Yea, okay.’

Now, I expect you’re thinking the same as Bill, that he could be anyone. A serial killer. Am I crazy or what?

He said then that he likes to keep things real. That he isn’t the kind of angel who pops up unexpectedly, like he’s suddenly be there in the middle of the night, sitting at the end of the bed. He says he won’t do that cos it freaks people out. He asked for my number. He said that’s how he prefers to communicate, when not face-to-face. He said he’d bell me and make us a date.

He did lots of explaining, the rest of my lunch hour. He lives in a flat like a regular fella. And he signs on at the dole. See, he can’t get a job cos he’s far too busy being an angel. I had to laugh. I mean, can you imagine him signing on at the Job Centre to? ‘And what was your last job, Mr Angel? And your employer’s name?’ He couldn’t say God, could he, cos like me he’s an atheist.

But how in hell’s name can an angel be an atheist? It was so bugging me, I just had to ask him, though not in those words.

I said, ‘If you’re an angel, how come you don’t believe in God?’

He said, ‘How well versed are you in quantum physics? The Big Bang, photons, neutrons, the mass annihilation. If I talk of Dark Energy would you know what I mean? Or the Dark Dimension?

I couldn’t answer. I shrugged. Puffed. Held wide my ignorant arms.

He said, ‘Well, that’s what I am, and where I’m from. The Dark Dimension.’

But you know what’s bugging me? As I said to Bill, I thought angels were creatures of light.

Still, he’s my boyfriend now. And I am going to drop that bomb on Farnaby.


I append the two comments made, the first by Brian Bixby of Sillyverse; the second, made a year later by Judy of Janthina Images; both have seen become very dear friends. I thank them both for their continuing support.

Brian Bixby (Nov 2012):
An amusing possibility, as explained in your two subsequent posts. So, how would a dark angel be different? To whom or what would they owe allegiance? What would be their values and mission? Or would they even have one as a class? Perhaps being formed out of dark energy, they have no fixed relation to the world of regular matter. You could take this in the direction of an alien life form, or a spiritual guide, or even raise the question of whether there’s any difference.

My Reply:
You’ve hit right on it. Quantum angels are the quintessential all-for-one, one-for-all: they have no overlord, dark or otherwise. However, as in the Zoroastrian religion, (Ahura Mazda v. Ahriman) there has been a division amongst them. Some have been banished. But to say more would reveal too soon the crux of the Feast Fables plot (a fantasy I’m currently structuring as a blogged book). You’ll have to stay tuned.

Judy (Nov 2013):
So interesting …a quantum angel…I guess how quantifiable as energy or light remains to be revealed in your stories? Right now he’s a bit of a dark mystery.

My Reply:
BB of Sillyverse has recently described the underlying theology/cosmology of Feast Fables and Neve as quantum shamanism. I’m apt to agree.

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Asaric Tales e-book update #2

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photo by congerdesign on pixabay

Six weeks ago, I announced my intention of publishing the story posted on WP as Feast Fables as an e-book. First of a lengthy list of preparatory tasks was the rewrite. I’m pleased to say I’ve now ticked that one off the list.

Asaric Tales (Feast Fables) rewrite

I wasn’t happy with the protagonist’s age at opening. But to change it wasn’t a simple matter of changing the opening chapters. It required a trawl through to around the mid-point to catch every reference. In the process I noticed certain scenes needed reworking, particularly with description of either setting or character. As an example, and the most glaring, the protagonist is due to meet a character towards the end of Book Two (to become Book Three, but more of that below) who bears striking resemblance to a character she has met in Book One. But apart from said character’s star-spangled robe and his manner of speaking, I completely omitted any description. I’ve now amended that. I then found, post midpoint, a series of scenes that I’d stripped down so tight when uploading to blog that now even I couldn’t understand them. Consequence is … it has taken 6 weeks to rewrite Book One.

Restructuring the Asaric Tales (Feast Fables) Trilogy

I had already decided to move a chunk from end of Book One to beginning of Book Two. Now I’ve decided that chunk (90k words) is best left as a book on its own. Which means the previous Book Two now becomes Book Three. Which in turns makes what was a trilogy into quadrilogy[?]. At which point I took another look at the overall structure.

Most writers will structure their plot to fit the 3 Act structure.

  • Act One: ordinary world, call to adventure, crossing the threshold.
  • Act Two: test, friends and foes, crisis/ordeal, reward.
  • Act Three: regrouping, incorporation of reward/lessons learned, final attack/climax, success, denouement.

I’ve taken this from Christopher Vogler’s book The Writer’s Journey: Mythic Structure for Storytellers and Screenwriters. At the time of publication Vogler was Director of Development at Fox 2000. His ‘structure and elements’ theory is based on Joseph Campbell’s The Hero with a Thousand Faces. As he proves with many examples, this is the most commonly used structure, at least the movie-business, today.

This is the structure I’ve been using since forever (sorry, I don’t remember when).

However, courtesy of John Yorke’s Into the Woods: How Stories Work and Why We Tell Them (Penguin Books, 2013) I have now discovered the 5 Act structure. Wow! To those who’ve not yet read it, I strongly recommend it.

Yorke, whose credits are in UK TV (e.g. The White Queen, Wolf Hall, the BBC series Casualty and Holby City and many more), repeatedly asks the question Why? Why we tell stories. And why those stories invariably fall into a classic act structure. Yet it’s not the 3 Act structure. It’s a 5 Act structure. As he shows, even those plots that seem to fall into three acts, are in fact structured on five. Yes, even Shakespeare. And even writers who claim not to structure in acts, use this same 5 Act structure. It appears to be innate.

Put exceeding brief:

  • Act 1: no knowledge, growing knowledge, awakening
  • Act 2: doubt, overcoming reluctance, acceptance
  • Act 3: experimenting with knowledge, MP (breakthrough), experimenting post knowledge
  • Act 4: doubt, growing reluctance, regression
  • Act 5: re-awakening, re-acceptance, total mastery

Taken from Into the Woods, John Yorke, 2013

Applying this to Asaric Tales (Feast Fables) in its entirety, it fits snugger than the cliched glove. Applying it to the individual books, I discovered Book One to work best without that chunk I’d already decided to take off. Book Two (that chunk) to work best stood on its own. Book Three, as was and still is, nicely conforms. And, the surprise, what was Book Three only works if I divide it to Books Four and Five.

Upshot. The original trilogy has become a quint: a story told over five books. Structurally, it’s sound. As a side benefit, to divide into 5 instead of 3 means the books aren’t so word heavy. Nice.

To publish a fantasy quint

Over recent years the trilogy (or more) has become the norm for fantasy fiction. Yet the reading public shows a major resistance to buying the first book until all are available. So, I reckon why waste resources, financial or otherwise, pushing a single book, an exercise much resembling a goat pushing a wall, when with a little patience, I can push the full quint and receive a much better response for my efforts. Thus and therefore, and other posh-sounding words, Feast Fables e-book will not go to Kindle until all five parts are ready.

Asaric Tales, the new name for Feast Fables

Yep, along with the new structure, I’ve renamed the former trilogy.

The former trilogy, now the quint, has become The Asaric Tales (which is a phrase I have used, often, on this site to refer to the complete set of tales, from Feast  Fables and Neve, to more recently Can of Worms ). Each of the books will feature the name, Asaric, e.g. Asaric Bones, or whatever.

Beta Readers

How close am I now to recruiting these readers? I’d say a month or so away. The rewrite (book one) done, I’m leaving it a week, to flush the memory of it from my mind. I then will read it straight through. A 2-3-day job, depending on interruptions. While I might at this stage highlight where I need more work, I will not lose the thread by making amendments. My aim is to check that it all holds together while, hopefully, culling rogue words (those I repeatedly use than are so annoying for the reader).

Thereafter, the edits.

While doing the rewrite my eye has been keen for show/not tell, unnecessary use of ‘he said/she said’, unrequired adverbs and adjectives, weak verbs, passive verbs etc. But I’ve no doubt there are still sufficient of those, plus other no-no’s, to build a bonfire ready for Guy Fawkes (sorry folks, that’s specifically English). So, that’s what’s next. Then … my volunteers get a bite at it.

Watch out for the next update (mid-February) when, if you’re interested in being a beta reader and getting a sneak preview of the improved Asaric Tales, I could be putting the call out to you.

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Two Days of Summer

Photographs are memories made physical and lasting. These five photos remind me of two of the hottest days of last summer. Not in late July or Mid-August as might be expected, but 31st May and 20 June.

Ox-Eye Daisy 31 May 2017

Ox-Eye daisies growing on an embankment between road and rail

Dog rose 31 May 2017

Dog rose in a cow meadow

Yellow Flag 31 May 2017

Yellow Flag in swathes alongside a river on a grazed common

Bindweed 20 June 2017

Greater Bindweed scrambling over an overgrown hedge alongside an old rail-track-turned-walkers’ path

Scabious 20 June 2017

Scabious proud beside an arable field


I remember 20th June for the several discoveries I made. Despite I’d walked this route many times, I found a looped path that took me alongside the Wensum as it enters Norwich, the river a mass of yellow water lilies budding and rising and opening. Not far beyond that I stumbled upon a meadow turned purple and pink with orchids and ragged robin. Then into Costessey I went in search of the as-yet unexcavated Costessey Henge, and the confluence of the tivers Tud and Wensum, and found both. Amazing, this is the village where I grew up, yet I’d never explored here.

31st May I remember for having arrived at the village of (Upper) Tasburgh to find the residents abuzz with news of a recent Norfolk Archaeological dig, an attempt to pin a definitive date on Tasburgh ‘fort’; is it Dark Ages, Roman, or Iron Age Iceni? The results weren’t yet in but the word on the ground was ‘definitely Iron Age’. Then, in taking a short-cut, I came upon al triangular patch of fen-land busy with damselflies in all varieties and colours.

Though in themselves these five flower photos don’t relate to the discoveries, for me they  encapsulate my memories of those two hot days.

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How I Lost My Virginity to an E-book Reader

Kindle LoverI’m an old-fashioned lass, though some might question the ‘fashion’ and just leave it at old. I prefer books that come on paper. But since I am presently rewriting the 550,000 words Feast Fables Trilogy, previously posted on WP, with intent to e-publish, this seemed a good time to remove my prejudices and become acquainted.

I began, as an opening date, with Kindle’s free app. I could have installed it on my phone, but the touchscreen tends towards temperamental, swinging from highly excitable to downright stubborn. Instead I installed it on the laptop despite I’ve no liking for reading long tomes sat at my desk, all formally posed. However, long story short, I liked it. Time to stop paddling and take the plunge.

My Christmas Collection of pennies (okay, one cheque and one interbank transfer) resulted in a sufficiency of funds. Only problem now was to decide which Reader I’d go for. I didn’t want to spend much, and I here give the reason:

As an oldster, the one thing that has struck me across the centuries (oh yes, my life spans two—C20th & C21st—as maybe does yours) is the rapidity of redundancy in the technology industries, to wit:

The Rapidity of Redundancy in the Technology Industries

As a wee-wee child recorded music was impressed upon ‘slate’ 78s (okay, they were verging on the obsolete though my Grandma still played them). These heavy beasts required a wind-up gramophone and an actual needle, like double the size of the average hypodermic.

During my school years the single sized 45s had their day, with (double sided) 33 rpm LPs for multi-track albums. Things really were moving; no more hand cranking the system, electricity now powered the record-player (renamed the hi-fi with the advent of the stereo technology).

Next to arrive was the cassette. By then I’d left school and was wrecking the town. I have a clear recollection of recording my entire singles collection on to blank cassettes. Which then chewed up in the system, a frequent occurrence with the cassette technology. I became adept at splicing tapes. With the now-obsolete singles departed, turntables became the preserve of DJs.

The arrival of the (supposedly indestructible) CD totally wooed me. But since my cassette player wouldn’t play them … out went the old. Again. I then discovered these ingenious disks weren’t indestructible and neither trouble-free. Sticking and skidding were frequent problems. But being ‘recordable’ did offer financial, if illegal, benefits. Also, I could slot them into my exceedingly heavy, exceedingly space-taking flatbed computer. Ah, remember the days.

In many respects, the difference between CD and DVD was minimal. Though the CD player had seen its day (and though we reckon those days in years, those years were few) at least the CDs were playable on the new DVD technology (I think that’s referred to as ‘backward compatibility’). The advantage of the new (DVD) over old (CD)? More music per space.

And into the modern era … and enter the MP3 (and its brethren), music in space. Any space. The triumphant call of MP3 tracks is the range of gadgetry invented to play them. But, alas, now the DVD has had it day. That’s another technology gone. Yet, tenacious, it yet remains the preferred medium for portable movies and POS computer storage/programmes.

I have a green soul and will recycle and convert where I can. But I cannot see how it’s possible to cannibalise my Grandma’s hand-cranking gramophone to make it into an MP3 player. All of which makes a point. Why invest in today’s technology if tomorrow it’s to join its predecessors in turning our green land into a metallic-looking brown landfill site? That point drove my decision to invest in the cheapest Kindle Reader.

I’ve now been dating my E-Book Reader for a couple of weeks. Getting to know each other, eh? The battery lasts without a recharge for weeks and weeks, says Amazon’s sales copy. Um, not it doesn’t. It lasts no more than 5 days. Maybe I’m reading too many books? Or jumping from one to another? Or downloading too many? Still, I didn’t expect perfection. And that’s just as well.

Kindle Unlimited, Indie Authors, Fantasies and Trilogies

What can I say? Yes, it’s great that with a monthly subscription, equal to the cost of an average paperback, Kindle Unlimited gives the reader access to 1000s of Kindle books. These past two weeks, I’ve scrolled, selected and downloaded and have mostly been happy. But I have this liking for Fantasy genre, and Fantasy authors have this tendency to write in trilogies. I don’t knock it. I do it myself. But why, oh why, must they break the story at a crucial point?

Yea, I know, it’s a marketing ploy. But it’s one that, if not handled properly, can easily backfire. The idea is to leave the reader hanging, gaging to know what happens next. The usual cliff-hanger scenario, seen in every soap opera and serialised drama. The reader will then buy the next book. But even in the brief time I’ve been reading these indie authors I’ve discovered some writers (or their editors) don’t know the difference between trilogy and serial. While a cliff-hanger works well with a serial, there are other, kinder, ways to ensure a reader’s continued interest: i.e. a hook. A hook is what’s buried in the book’s blurb. A hook suggests something interesting is about to happen. It leads, it encourages. It is a carrot, not a stick. It doesn’t leave the reader hanging in mid air seconds before the climax. Me, I’m inclined to say sod it and never open another book by that author. And I doubt I’m alone. This total disregard for the reader and the reading process … annoys.

That’s one part of my gripe. The next is this: If a story is to be included in a Fantasy Collection then please, oh please, tell the reader, right from page one of that story, that it’s part of a trilogy AND that the useless inconsiderate pig of an author has cut the story short of an ending.

And Finally, Editing

Not all indie authors can afford the services of a professional—they don’t come cheap, especially for a trilogy—but the author CAN invest in one of the many freebie guides to editing on Kindle Unlimited and with application, time and diligence make close to a professional job. To date I’ve read two established indie authors with impressive lists of previous publications, who credit their editors in the Acknowledgements. Yet the number of errors then found … not a good advert for said editors. Exceedingly sloppy work.

So I trust you’ll excuse me if my rewrite of Feast Fablesy is yet a while in reaching Kindle publication, for I do intend it to be thoroughly edited. And while there will be hooks to pull the reader across to the next book, I promise I shan’t be an inconsiderate lover and leave the reader hanging just before climax.

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A Year Full of Norfolk Images

Too often it’s only the flowers and fungi that get pulled from my collection and posted to here. So, I thought with the year’s end near, I’d post some of the others, the non-flowers. The choice wasn’t easy: I allowed myself only one photo, calendar-wise, to represent the month.

January

Upton January

Upton (near Acle); the frost still laying hard.

February

February Costessey

Looking from the former railway bridge upon a former road from Costessey to Hellesdon (Norwich outskirts). It was on this walk that I damaged my back.

March

March Acle to GY railway

Staying with the railway theme . . . this single line from Acle to Gt Yarmouth speaks of how isolated my home town . . . on the far side of the marshes

April

April Surlingham rape field

Perhaps my favourite of the year: a rape-field on way to Surlingham (SE of Norwich)

May

May Upton Church

Back to Upton for this shot of a church. In fact, the church belongs to the adjoining parish of Fishley.

June

June Shotesham

A hollow-way at Shotesham. Many of the photos taken around now have already found their way into various posts.

July

July Chedgrave Church

Chedgrave church (next to Loddon). An example of the Romanesque style of church carving later replaced by the plain attenuated forms of the Gothic

August

August Gate at Bergh Apton

A gated field some place between Bergh Apton and Framingham. More used to the 5-bar gate or the tubular, this shouted of the unusual. I wondered was it there to keep the weeds out?

September

Sept Southwold Beach Huts

A day at the seaside yielded this: a row of beach huts at Southwold, Suffolk. Ah, does that mean it doesn’t qualify for the collection?

October

October graffiti at Costessey

Bridge over the Wensum at the Costessey-Drayton boundary. A shot not to be resisted

November

November Stain glass at Norwich cathedral

A modern stained glass window at Norwich cathedral shines it’s abstracts of light into a side chapel, staining both stone and wood a wonderful blackberry-crush!

December

Alas, and then came the rain. And fog. And mists. And more rain. And snow. And winds. And I decided my camera would be happier left in the dry and the warm until better weather.


May the coming year bring peace and well-being to all my readers.

more photos @ Norfolk 2017

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Christmas Glasses

What to do with photos taken for a purpose, and then not used? I took these photos with intent to use in the Saxlingham history, recently posted. But somehow, they never made it in.

The church of St Mary the Virgin at Saxlingham Nethergate contains some of the most important stained glass in Norfolk. But this first one is what’s described as ‘modern’. It seems most apt for this season.

Edmund Mary St Withburga Saxlingham Nethergate

This next window, though English perpendicular, contains the earliest figurative stained glass in the county (the roundels); they date to before 1250.

Saxlingham church stained glass 1250

The decorative motifs along the top register show the Yorkist rose, which dates them to around the same period as the window, immediately pre-Tudor

And  a resetting of a hodge-podge of stained glass thought to have come from the ruined church at Saxlingham Thorpe. The bright yellow is achieved by use of silver. Amongst the earliest stained glasses in the church.

Early glass at Saxlingham church

That these early glasses still exist is, in itself, a miracle. Although Henry VIII’s withdrawal from Rome, with accompanying Dissolution of Monasteries, had little effect on parish churches, the later Reformation, and particularly the Puritan movement, was thoroughly  destructive of any decoration that might be deemed Popist Idolatry. Many of the richly painted rood screens were smashed, along with the windows, and the walls were painted ‘purest’ white. It’s only been during the past century that the whitewash has been carefully flaked away to reveal those hidden images. Perhaps not so much in reclaiming an older religion at a time when the churches have seen a massive decline in attendances, as in burgeoning respect for our heritage.


Photos taken 16th October 2017

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The Solstice

fantasy by kellepics

The sun has left, has gone away
cold and darkness rules the day
the earth is hard, the trees are bare
bleak and barren winter’s here.

But light the fire and watch it burn
and know the sun will yet return,
bringing warmth and life and light,
a beacon to help us through this night.

When all is cold and dark and drear
remember the solstice message here:
First comes the light as if to say
life hasn’t really gone away,
then warmth returns, and flowers bloom;
be sure of this – the sun comes home.


First posted December 2012
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Seasonal Sillies

When I began this blog in November 2012 I began with silliness. But being a new blog, my madness wasn’t seen by many. Now I’ve taken a sample of those sillies and not so much re-posted as relaid and renovated.

Reincarnation

New Days

Global Warming

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Evolution of an e-book [1]

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Couple of weeks back, when I wrote of my plans to publish Feast Fables as an e-book, I promised regular updates on progress (see A Makeover for Crimsonprose). I now realise if I wait the month round I risk my promise being swallowed by the Christmas Posts. Besides, there’s probably more to say now than there will be later. But first . . .

Backstory . . . or in the beginning

In the beginning there was The Hare and the Adder, a story begun during my last few months at work before ill-health (CFS) forced redundancy. Redundancy atop the ill-health forced an urgent need to downgrade, downsize, offload . . . MOVE. It wasn’t a wise move, and immediately regretted. Short version of complex events: escalating stress laid low my immune system, nasty bugs entered including a virus that wheedled its way across the blood-brain barrier to infect brain, meninges and spinal cord. Convulsions, projectile vomiting, loss of awareness (I’m told I wasn’t unconscious), a mouth become a babbling brook full of obscenities (though I seldom swear), and a headache that out-ached my worst ever migraine. Oh joy! I was rushed to hospital. Viral meningitis and encephalitis. Two weeks prior I had sent off The Hare and the Adder to an agent.

A full week on acyclovir delivered intravenously, I was discharged. There followed another week on acyclovir tablets—and a stumbling grasping for words. The virus had broken connections, many of my memories were gone. I couldn’t put names to people’s faces. I couldn’t put names to the objects around me. I couldn’t read the book I’d been reading before the virus. Though not returned entirely to illiterate state, I couldn’t grasp abstract concepts. I couldn’t write, exhausted after three sentences of the most basic English. I shan’t bore you with details.

Another month on and thud, my manuscript landed on the door mat. Hand written note. The agent liked it, but it needed a rewrite. But for quite some time yet, that was beyond me.

I took myself off to the North Norfolk Coast for self-imposed convalescence. CFS hadn’t yet kicked in to its extreme degree, I was able to walk 5 or 6 miles a day. (Before CFS I’d walk 15 miles then go clubbing and dance until the dawn.) While strolling beside the sea inspiration invaded me. By the time I returned home I had already head-plotted a new story. Writing it forced a return of language abilities—so long as a dictionary sat beside me. 40k words; I was concerned it was too short but submitted it anyway. Not surprising it winged its way back in double-quick time, rejected. I was later to take that story, Blide the Wood-Elf, with major alterations, and weave it into the blogged time-slip story, Neve. Persistent as ever, and with a head now working (though maybe not yet full capacity) I wrote Skimaskall, which story was also woven into the blogged Neve.

Meanwhile, I figured while I was recovering my language abilities, I’d also brush up on my writing skills. Oh, you mean you can’t just write and that’s it, talent will carry you through? Alas, apparently not.

I thought good and long about The Hare and the Adder. I wasn’t yet ready to return to it (it eventually became part of the Priory Project, another serialised story posted here). But there was a character, Kerrid, a bit of a mystery who screamed for backstory to explain some of her ‘strange’ abilities and her role in the events unfolding. I decided to make her my project. I’d write her story. And so began Feast Fables. BTW, its first working title was In The Beginning.

First, the restructure

Feast Fables has been through so many rewrites I’ve lost count of them. I do remember being horror-struck at the wordcount on the first draft. 180k words. Too many. Yet it was little more than dialogue, brief notes on settings, a few ‘stage directions’ and Kerrid’s cogitations and her reaction scenes. By the time I’d rounded it out the wordcount had more than doubled. No way would a publisher take that from an unknown author. Who did I think I was: Tolkien? Another edit. And again, it grew. With great reluctance I decided to divide it into a . . . the word didn’t want to spill from my tongue . . . a trilogy. But there wasn’t a publisher alive who’d take that. No matter; I was already having discouraging thoughts on the traditional route.

I tried to divide the word-heavy Fables so each part weighed roughly the same. Mistake. Though that’s how it stayed when, CFS now become physically, mentally, socially crippling, I realised the only way I’d ever ‘get it out there’ was to post it to blog in serial form. December 2012. Six years after the meningitis/encephalitis disabled me.

My first task on this current rewrite has been to restructure it. Yet again. A whole wadge at the end of Book 1 by subject matter belongs to Book 2. Now when I look at the structure of Book 1 it really holds. It balances. It . . . satisfies. I’ve also abandoned the 3-act structure to use 5 acts instead. Each act has its own inciting incident, MP and climax, which kicks the reader into the next act. MP of Act 3 doubles as MP of Book 1. But this is a trilogy; the 5-act structure repeated across the 3 books, the story’s MP falling in Book 2.

I’ve gone through all three books. The structure holds. But there is a problem. Book 2 now contains that chunk snipped off the end of Book 1. It’s going to need a severe verbiage reduction. I’m hoping that won’t prove too ticklish. I remember, when analysing the scenes (checking on structure), there were those I allowed to remain for the sole reason of what I called ‘veracity’. They’ll have to go. I just hope they fall more or less equally between the plot-points so as not to skew the structure.

Rewrites and Edits

So much for structure. Now the rewrite.

In Feast Fables (as posted—though all links have now been severed) the story begins with Kerrid a child of seven years old. I remember being worried that she came across of somewhat precocious. Also, there’s a scene in the second act suggestive of paedophilia. Okay, so at this point I’m beginning to build a case against this character which will explode in full force in Book 3. But that scene feels too heavy. To make my protagonist edging on womanhood changes the flavour entirely while still raising the reader’s hackles.

I played with that, applying the changed age to other aspects of the story. And lo, it works better. For a girl to come into her full powers at puberty is a genre trope. I’d say it’s a life trope, too. It’s this difference in age which requires the most rewrite; a constant attention to her reactions to situations and people, and others’ reactions to her.

As far as the rewrite’s concerned I’ve reached what was posted as Episode 13, but is now Chapter 10. I would be way past this if it weren’t for the editing. How easy for those unwanted filter words to flit past the eyes when the brain is otherwise engaged. How easy to get carried away with the story, oblivious to potential barriers to the readers’ experience. And this of a text that’s already been edited . . . how many times? I don’t want errors tripping my beta readers when that time comes. They deserve more respect than that. I don’t want them thinking they’re there as editors.

The other focus of the edit is description. I have visualised every location, down to its most intimate detail. I have sat with the women while they treated the skins and wove the fabrics, and fashioned them into clothes. I’ve been beside them during the Mother’s wild harvest. I’ve been with Kerrid when an ice sheet collapses and a tsunami sweeps over her. I’ve been with her aback an albino aurochs. I’ve been with her entranced in the Web. To me it’s all so familiar, I sometimes forget the reader’s doesn’t share my familiarity; the reader’s not in my head. This, as I progress, is being corrected.

Thoughts on beta readers

For some quirky reason I had thought to rewrite & edit all three books before releasing to beta readers. I’ve revised that. Though I still intend to hold back on publishing until all 3 books are ready to go (cos then is going to be a busy period, with promoting etc) I can see no reason to do the same with beta-readers. After all, my readers could raise issues that require another major restructuring, and that could affect all three books. So, as soon as this first one is ready, I’ll release to my volunteer readers. Though, I’m sorry, I still can’t say when that will be.

A note on health: I am now on the far side of CFS. And the brain being plastic, it has mostly recovered from its viral attack. (Tis true, some words still evade me and in frustration a pterodactyl becomes a pteri-saurus, or a rainbow a prismatic-arch.)


Next update, mid-January.

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The Migrating Village of Saxlingham Thorpe

Returning to the Norfolk village of Saxlingham, Nethergate and Thorpe, we’ve arrived at the High Middle Ages: post-Hastings, post Norman Conquest and all that.

Saxlingham Nethergate

Saxlingham’s war memorial, sat the centre of the village: Photo 1st Aug 2017

While William and his mail-clad henchmen hadn’t treated kindly with the English lords of this land, neither had they eradicated the defeated with their commended free men. Kicked them, true. Ground their faces into the dirt. Figuratively? Definitely. Literally? Probably. But those who hadn’t been killed at Stamford Bridge and at Hastings, and who hadn’t died in the several rebellions which, in the first years after Hastings, spontaneously flared to scorch William’s face, either fled the land to seek succour in Ireland, or Denmark, or Flanders, or farther afield, else learned to keep their heads low and to say, ‘yes sir, no sir, three bags full sir’.  In this, as with the rest of England, the folk of Saxlingham were no different.

Domesday Survey

We’ve already looked at the Domesdays Entries for Saxlingham (see Enter the Scribes ) so this is by way of recap.

Tenants-in-chief:

Mostly foreign (at least to English eyes—though some 13 Englishmen were counted amongst them). Foreign, but not necessarily Norman—except for Saxlingham almost all were. Many Bretons settled in England, as too French from various quarters, and Flemings from Flanders. One thing all had in common was their reason for crossing the Channel, for treading upon this conquered land and it wasn’t thoughts of settlement, of making this land their home. They came with an eye to a quick profit. As with the later British upper echelons on their first arrival in India, they retained their castles and estates across the water, in their native lands.

There were eight tenants-in-chief in Saxlingham.

Robert Malet

Norman-born son of William Malet, and possibly an English mother.
His father William Malet, lord of Graville in Pays de Caux, arrived in England in the Conqueror’s party and was granted lands mostly in Yorkshire where in 1068 he was sheriff, later appointed castellan of York castle. William died 1071 during the Hereward rebellion. Robert founded the priory at Eye in Suffolk in his memory. He was granted most of his father’s lands.

Roger Bigod

From Calvados, Normandy
Like William Malet, Roger Bigod arrived with the Conqueror. Unlike Malet, Bigod’s family had been of the middling sort. Once in England Roger Bigod made himself indispensable to the new king, serving as steward, and later as sheriff. In return, Roger was awarded what might appear a generous honour. But if an Honour consisted of lands, demesnes, and home farms, a means of income, a source of food, he didn’t quite cut it. The bulk of his holdings, as in Saxlingham, were free men, and it was the free men’s land. Yet it did yield him an income. Roger founded an abbey at Thetford, close to his Norfolk manor of Forncett—though his descendants are better known for Bigod’s castle at Framlingham, Suffolk.

Walter Giffard

Son of Walter count of Longueville in Normandy
As with William Malet, Walter Giffard’s father (confusingly also called Walter Giffard) arrived with the Conqueror. It’s said he was created Earl of Buckingham for his gallant services at the Battle of Hastings. The father, not the son? Certainly, the father was honoured with a vast estate in Buckinghamshire. Yet it was William the Conqueror’s own son, William Rufus, who created Giffard earl and that to secure his loyalty in the brotherly skirmishes that erupted between Robert Curthose, Duke of Normandy (1087-1106) and William Rufus then King of England (1087-1100). Walter Giffard (junior) served as one the Domesday Commissioners. Compared to the rest of Saxlingham’s new lords, he was high status, related by marriage to Normandy’s ducal family.

John fitzRichard

Nephew of Waleran, grandson of a moneyer from Avranches
As with Roger Bigod, John wasn’t aristocratic-born. Though it can’t be said he was from a ‘no-bit’ family since his grandfather had been a moneyer! Once arrived in England, his uncle Waleran was appointed sheriff, but when, and of where, no one seems to know. But since his predecessor at Saxlingham, Eadric, came a cropper against him, one imagines his remit must have included Norfolk. Like many of the newcomers, John gave land (in Saxlingham) to a religious house (to Gloucester abbey). This bout of benevolence, almost fanatic, seen amongst the first takers of this land, was at the insistence of the Pope who had been disgusted by the brutality of this conquest.

Drogo de La Beuvrière

From Flanders, Drogo (Dreux de la Bouerer) was another early arrival being part of William the Conqueror’s entourage. He didn’t stick around long, fleeing overseas after the death of his wife, said it be by accidental poisoning. Oops! His ‘Honour’ had centred on Holderness, with lands spread throughout Lincolnshire and Norfolk. After his departure, never to be seen again (a complete disappearance from history) his lands were given instead to Odo, count of Champagne.

Robert fitzCorbucion

Possibly from Verdun in Manche, Normandy
Robert is one of those characters difficult to trace. But if he’s the son, brother or otherwise relative of William fitzCorbucion (later sheriff of Warwickshire), then he’s from Verdun. Which would seem likely in view of later developments in the village of Saxlingham.

And an English tenant-in-chief…

Godric the steward

Former steward to the Anglo-Breton earls of East Anglia, Godric, whose own ancestry is blurred, married into a well-attested Norfolk family when he took as bride Ingreda daughter of Edwin (see Edwin of Meltuna). Through her he inherited a portion of Edwin’s lands, and all his lordships.

In the south of England, the religious houses had been major landowners; not so much in East Anglia due to the destruction wrought by the Great Army. The religious establishments might retain their lands—at a price. Everyone, no matter status, was required to swear loyalty to William, plus pay a fee to regain what he’d taken from them. Those that refused? Removed from the pages of history.

St Benet of Hulme

This Broadland abbey is said to have been founded on the site of a C9th monastery where a hermit, Suneman, was martyred by marauding Danes. And maybe that’s the truth though the story is late. Later, in tenth century, it was rebuilt by a man named Wulfric. Again, this might be true. But what we know is true is ca.1022 King Cnut endowed it with the manors of Horning, Ludham and Neatishead, all of which lay nearby. Thereafter it became like a magnet for those wishing to swap an odd acre or two in return for their soul’s salvation; or for those who in reaching their uppers needed to mortgage their land. Basically, this is what Eadric, predecessor of John fitzRichard had done when in trouble with John’s uncle, the sheriff Waleran.

Subinfeudation

For tenants-in-chief with estates vast and far-flung sub-tenants were a necessity—usually termed as ‘subinfeudation’. Often these sub-tenants were lesser members of the family, else favoured servants brought over the water. Others had already served as loyal lieutenants and sergeants in their lord’s household. At this stage, they didn’t so much pay monetary rent, as rent in services. Foremost of those services was the oath of fealty. Much like the Saxon commendation, this was a promise to stand by his lord, as the lord would stand by his man. Next in priority came the provision of x-number of armed and ready men, both to act as garrison to the lord’s castle and to form a warband. Thereafter might be various payments in kind from the yield of the land.

In Saxlingham:

St Benet’s of Hulme sub-let 1½ carucates (180 acres) plus another 30 acres with a sitting sokeman and 4 acres of meadow to John fitzRichard, nephew of the elusive sheriff Waleran. Plus the abbot leased him a further 10 acres of arable, making the total held of the abbey 220 acres arable.

Robert Malet sub-let a total of 72 acres arable and 2 acres of meadow along with 3 and a half sitting sokemen to one Walter de Caen. Walter de Caen held several Malet properties. One wonders a connection.

Roger Bigod generously granted to his man, Ranulf fitzWalter, 24 acres arable and one of meadow, plus the lordship of a free men, whose land it had formerly been—with full strings of infeudation attached.

Robert fitzCorbucion, like those above, preferred to place a sub-tenant in his Saxlingham estate. He chose Gunfrid to hold his 2 acres of meadow and a total 33 acres arable, 3 acres of which was courtesy of 2 sitting free men.

Of the remainder of Saxlingham’s tenants-in-chief:

Godric the steward used his total 61 acres arable, plus two sitting sokemen, as a home farm, to supply his food and other needs.

Drogo de La Beuvrière, ditto for his total 304 acres arable and 4½ meadow, complete with ten sitting sokemen and the lordship of a sulking free man who probably clutched tightly to his paltry 6 acres. These had formerly been the lands of Æthelweard, a free man of King Edward, and of Wulfnoth, a free man in commendation of Archbishop Stigand, almost certainly a member of Wulfgyth’s family (see Wulfgyth of Karletuna)

In addition to the land held of St Benet’s abbey, John fitzRichard, nephew of Waleran, held another 40 acres arable and 1½ meadow in Saxlingham, held in his own right.

And Walter Giffard?

Lordship

Lordship was that thorny problem that caused so many of the contretemps that litter the folios of Domesday Book. In Normandy–and France and other Francey-bits in general—land wasn’t held by the king and let out on feudal terms. Land belonged to the lords, and they let it out—on feudal terms. Across the water, a free man sat on land courtesy of his sworn-lord. Not exactly the Saxon situation, where its equivalent, commendation, involved services only, a personal bond, unrelated to land. Hence there were many an incoming lord who banged his head—probably damagingly hard—against a stick-with-the-soil Saxon free man.

One such was Walter Giffard. He had lordship, only, of his fifty acres arable, two of meadow, there being two sitting free men formerly in commendation to St Benets abbey

Normans to Plague

Medieval Saxlingham Map

Domesday Survey and its resultant Book is a wonderful resource for historians, but it tells us nothing of the years thereafter. Although a regular form of record-keeping was instigated by Henry 1 (1100-1135) anything written on parchment, or its upmarket version, velum, was by its nature vulnerable to flames. And the years that followed King Henry’s introduction of clerical innovations were too often bloodied by warfare and scorched by flames. Consequently, few scraps remain and those almost exclusively found in the monasteries: the accounts of chroniclers—monks to a man; the abbeys’ records, sometimes fraudulent, to which the guilt-ridden, sin-laden Normanesque magnates (tenants-in-chief and their sub-tenant under-lords) made their frantic donations to save their souls. Lucky, then, that some parts of St Benet’s records remain—and here, again, I am grateful to Mary Muir’s history of Saxlingham, A Good Place to Call Home.

de Verdun Family

Regardless of what Domesday Book tells us, when we arrive in C12th we find only two main tenants of lands in Saxlingham. The Verdun family was one.

John de Verdun

John de Verdun hits the historical notice in the complaints of the abbot of St Benet at Hulme.

Between 1101 and 1107 the abbot told the king—Henry I—how several times Roger Bigod and John de Verdun had made encroachments on various parts of his land. That land had been held by John fitzRichard 1086. If the intent of Bigod and de Verdun was to jemmy John fitzRichard off his land, it failed. As with de Verdun’s family, fitzRichard’s kin dug in their heels and stuck around—but more of that anon.

An unnamed man, sworn to Roger Bigod, caused an outrage when, with the abbot recently deceased and the land in the ‘king’s hand’ (as it’s said) he ‘carried off’ five of the abbot’s sokemen: Colsweyn, Langelsyn, Truinwine, Stannard and Anund by name. Naughty Bigod, for he was sheriff and sheriffs were supposed uphold the law and keep the peace. The unidentified perpetrator of this crime was almost certainly John de Verdun. For shortly after this, Bigod granted to him his Saxlingham holdings. (One wonders what happened to Ranulf fitzWalter who in 1086 had held this land of Bigod.)

Who was this John de Verdun? Since Robert fitzCorbucion hailed from Verdun (Manche, Normandy) it’s a fair guess that John was related, either to him of to his sub-tenant Gunfrid.

Mary Muir traced Verdun’s manor—known as The Vardings—on the OS map. I’ve tried to locate it according to her directions (see map). Bounded to the west by the River Tas and Newton Flotman, it didn’t quite reach the old Caister-to-Morningthorpe Road (parts of which today exist only as footpaths). Verdun’s Hall, says Muir, was almost certainly located at Hall Meadow where a moat was marked on the old maps. She and a band of volunteers excavated it before it was infilled in 1976. They found medieval sherds and fragments of a metal cooking pot, and a rammed clay floor or hearth. Today this area is counted as the main part of Saxlingham Thorpe.

Along the road to Saxlingham Thorpe

Along the road to (today’s) Saxlingham Thorpe, the depth of the bank shows its age. Stand on tiptoes to see the fields that once were part of Vardings: Photo 1st August 2017

The Vardings was held by the de Verdun family until, in 1319, Eleanor de Verdun, widow of a later John de Verdun, sought permission to marry Richard Le Breoies. Or at least this is what Mary Muir says in her history. So, I followed that through . . .

Richard Le Breoies, otherwise known as Sir Richard Brews, son of Sir Gyles Brews lord of Akenham, Whittington, Clopton, and Hasketon (Suffolk manors held of the Honour of Lancaster) married Eleanor, daughter of Sir John Shelton. The couple had 2 daughters but no sons. Thus, when Richard died in 1323 his brother Robert inherited. Trouble was, his brother was still a minor. Robert Fitz-Pain was granted his custody—one assumes he was the king’s escheator. Fitz-Pain assigned the youngster to Edmund Bacon, who was currently in the king’s service in Gascony. (Which goes to show that custodianship was a financial affair and had nothing to do with care of the child.) Whoever was doing the actual caring, their charge died two years later. Next in line was an even younger brother, John de Brews. However, John survived his minority—assumingly still in the custody of Edmund Bacon—and went on to marry Agnes, daughter of Sir Robert Ufford, Earl of Suffolk. What one might call a good match, and a step up the social ladder.

However, this isn’t the story told by Francis Blomefield in his History of Norfolk, nor that revealed by the medieval genealogy site, fmg.ac.

Bucks_and_Bressingham_Verdun_Gene_Charts

As can be seen, fmg.ac starts with a Bertram de Verdun, holder in Domesday Book of Farnham Royal in Buckinghamshire. Blomefield begins his with William de Verdun who in 1100 was Lord of Bressingham, holding the manor of sheriff Roger Bigod. The two come together at William de Verdun, fl.1166 when he held 6 fees of Hugh Bigod, Earl of Norfolk and Suffolk—except fmg.ac isn’t sure this William de Verdun is the same as William son of Norman de Verdun, and Blomefield seems to get stuck in a loop with him, making him both father and son. Admittedly it isn’t easy: the Verdun family did have a penchant for name-repetition (see the next Verdun Gene Chart in which, after a little bit of jiggling with Blomefield’s account to make chronological sense, I have added [II] to [V]).

Fmg.ac quotes the Pipe Roll of 1194: ‘Manaserus Judeus de Gipesw’ owed gold ‘pro recto de xx m versus Willelmum de Verdun et Bertrannum fratrem suum’. Thus there’s no doubt that William de Verdun did have a brother Bertram. More on, fmg.ac quotes the Red Book of the Exchequer in which, in 1166, ‘Willelmus de Verdone’ held six knights’ fees from ‘comitis Hugonis’ in Norfolk–source of Blomesfield’s account. As to Hugh de Verdun, Blomefield aliases him as Wydo, i.e. ‘Guy’.

However, the fmg.ac route then veers well north and west of Saxlingham, while it’s clear from Blomefield’s genealogy, with lordships given, that the Bressingham lord was also lord of Vardings in Saxlingham—and of Moulton Magna, Aslacton, Tibenham, Hapton, Shadingfield and eventually Forncett which lie on a route between Saxlingham and Bressingham. But whether the Bressingham family of de Verdun was is any way related to those of Buckinghamshire and several points north and west hasn’t been proven, and unless it helps with the problem of widow Eleanor and the future lords of Saxlingham, it isn’t relevant.

Problem: How could John de Verdun V be Lord of Saxlingham in 1344—and he was else how could his second wife, Isabell, inherit the manor in 1365 along with Moulton Magna (see Verdun’s Gene Chart below)—when a previous John de Verdon had given it to his wife Eleanor as dowry and she subsequently took it with her to grace the property portfolio of her new husband, Richard Brews? And which John de Verdun had this wife Eleanor? Though there are some with wife’s name unknown, what of their end dates, might that help? For Eleanor to be appealing for permission to remarry in 1319, her John de Verdun must have died prior to 1318 (a widow was supposed to grieve at least for one year, preferably more—which allowed her guardian to cream more money off her estate.) She must therefore have been the wife of John IV who died in 1302 and whose son Thomas succeeded him. But then why wait for her son to die before seeking permission to remarry? Maybe she didn’t get on with her grandson’s wife, Maud.

A closer read of Blomefield’s account of Bressingham in his History of Norfolk provides the answer. Despite he makes Wigona/Dionisia the widow in question, he then has her marry Sir Richard Le Brewse who is recorded, in 1315, as Lord of Bressingham (thus also of the Saxlingham manor). He quotes from the manor’s 1326 Account Rolls:

Sir John Verdon was at 47s. 4d. expense for cloth, against the burial of the Lady Brewse

In 1335, this same Sir Richard Le Brewse had a share of the swans from Bressingham fens (Bressingham sits on the north bank of the River Waveney).

When Richard Le Brewse died, his share of Bressingham (and Saxlingham) was returned to Sir John de Verdun [V]. But, again, confusion. For according to Blomefield, Richard le Brewse was alive in 1354. Yet John de Verdun became Lord of Bressingham in 1344. Ah, but while Richard Brewse held the Vardings in Saxlingham in its entirety, of the Bressingham manor it seems he held only a portion. Problem solved.

Returning to the wife of John de Verdun [V]—Isabell, daughter of Sir Thomas Vise de Lou of Shelfhanger—her husband settled on her the Suffolk manors of Martlesham, Stansted, Swiftling and Newbourne, and the Norfolk manors of Saxlingham and Moulton Magna, all which he entailed on themselves and their heirs. In plain-talk, this means that, contrary to Ms Muir’s account, the Saxlingham manor of Vardings continued in de Verdun hands, except now it was occupied by a long string of sub-tenants.

Verdons_Gene_Chart_1

Roger Bigod Earl of Norfolk

It should be remembered that the Verdun family held their manors of Saxlingham, Bressingham, etc, of the Bigods, earls of Norfolk. But in 1306 the fifth and last earl of that line died without ’heirs of his body’. Verdun’s estates then reverted to the Crown along with all else that constituted the former earldom. Of course, the Verdun’s continued to hold those manors, Saxlingham included, but now they held of the Crown—at least until 1312 when they were assigned as part of the former earldom of Norfolk to Thomas Brotherton, half-brother to King Edward II. When he died in 1338 the lands and title went to his daughter by Alice de Hales, Margaret surnamed Marshall.

de Vescy Family

The de Vescy family, the other main landholder in Saxlingham post Domesday Survey, was descended from John fitzRichard, nephew of Waleran

Road to Saxlingham Thorpe

Once the de Vescy manor, now the road to today’s Saxlingham Thorpe: Photo 5th April 2017

John fitzRichard

John fitzRichard amalgamated his various portions of land in Saxlingham, some of which he held of St Benet of Hulme, some in his own right, to produce what would later be known as Berewell and Thorpe Hall manors. In Domesday Book these two manors totalled 260 acres arable. At that time, he also held land (2 holdings) in Suffolk, (2 holdings) in Cambridgeshire and Essex—which constituted the bulk of his holdings (10 listings plus a house in Colchester). His Norfolk holdings fell one short of this.

Whoever his wife (her name’s not recorded) she delivered him two sons, Payn and Eustace. Maybe it was due to the wife’s influence that the family’s focus now swung westwards; or maybe it was due to their eldest son, Payn.

Payn fitzJohn

Described by Walter Map as a chamberlain, and attested as hearing pleas in Staffordshire, Gloucestershire, and Pembroke, Payn fitzJohn married a de Lacy lass, daughter of Hugh de Lacy. Originally from Lassy, Calvados, by now the de Lacys were building wealth and reputation from South Yorkshire to Herefordshire. In time, Payn would inherit some of this. But which came first, Payn’s marriage to Sibylla de Lacy, or his appointment as chamberlain, and as Sheriff of Hereford and Shropshire?

This West Country focus continued when Payn’s eldest daughter Cecily married Roger fitzMiles, son of the earl of Hereford. His second daughter, however, married Warin son of Hubert de Munchensy, a family with landed interests in Norfolk and Suffolk; widowed she married again, now to Halenald de Bidun whose family was destined to give their name to Kirby Bedon in the same Henstead Hundred as Saxlingham.

John’s lordship of Thorpe Hall at Saxlingham passed to his son Payn, and when Payn died in 1137 it passed to the next brother, Eustace fitzJohn, who held it for another 20 years. From Eustace fitzJohn it passed in logical fashion to his son, William—which is when the family changed its name.

Eustace fitzJohn

Eustace fitzJohn was active in King Henry I’s court. With the king’s keen administrative bent, he appointed Eustace to hear pleas in Yorkshire, Northumberland, Carlisle, Westmorland and Durham (a kind of outreach judge). While in the north, Eustace married Beatrice, daughter of Yves de Vescy, lord of Alnwick in Northumberland and Malton in Yorks (he was later to marry Agnes, daughter of the constable of Chester). Both marriages gained him landed wealth. Along with his wife he co-founded Alnwick Abbey. Clearly the family’s focus had now swung northwards.

Their son William’s focus, however, swung upwards, status-wise. Born fitzEustace, he preferred his mother’s more upmarket name, and so adopted it.

Vescy_Gene_Chart

William de Vescy and his wife Burga (a Yorkshire lass from a Norman family) begot five children, 3 boys and 2 girls. But our interest lies only with the second son, Eustace de Vescy (the first son died young).

Eustace de Vescy

In 1212 Eustace de Vescy turned his interests yet farther northwards. He fled to Scotland under suspicion of treason against King John (r.1199-1216). Declared an outlaw, his English properties were seized. However, the devious tongue-twisting, cash-grabbing King John had second thoughts on it and, forgiving Eustace, restored his properties. Forgiven and restored though he was, Eustace de Vescy continued his discontentment with the king. He was amongst the leaders who thrust their demands at King John in the form of Magna Carta (signed on the plain at Runnymede, June 15, 1215). Still not content with England’s monarch, those same barons invited Louis of France to rule over them. Eustace was on his way to do homage to said Frenchman, with Alexander II, King of Scotland, when he was killed during the siege of Barnard Castle (1216).

And the relevance of this to Saxlingham?

Carliol Family

When Eustace fitzJohn married Beatrice de Vescy the family’s interests turned decidedly northwards—to solidify when their son William took the (northern) de Vescy name. The Saxlingham estate must have been like a millstone, periodically calling their attention back south. So, William de Vescy off-loaded it. He piled all their Saxlingham lands, including his watermill at Newton Flotman, upon his daughter and married her off to one Adam de Carliol.

We know this because the story was told at an inquisition, at the chancery at Lincoln, on 12th February 9 Edward II (1316). The inquest was called to clarify just who was the legal heir to the Saxlingham estate.

[…] William de Vescy the stock (stipes), ancestor of the said William lately deceased, had a son Eustace and a daughter Maud, and through Eustace the right of his inheritance descended to William his son, to John his son, and to William de Vescy, brother of the said John, who lately died without heir of his body; where-upon the right of inheritance reverted to the said Maud, sister of the said Eustace, who was married to Adam de Karliolo, from whom it descended to Eudo de Karliolo her son, to William his son, to William, the second, his son, and to William de Karliolo, the third, his son and heir who now claims it.

The jury being demanded how they know this so openly, seeing that the late William de Vescy had no lands in Norfolk, say they know it because William de Vescy, the stock, gave the manor of Saxlingham, co. Norfolk, in free marriage to the abovesaid Adam de Karliolo with Maud his daughter, to be held of himself and his heirs by service of 1/2 knight’s fee, and also certain lands and tenements in Saxlyngham to be similarly held by service of 3/4 knight’s fee, which Simon de Goseford and Peter de Narford now hold of the said William de Karliolo.

Verdict returned in favour of William Carliol. Case dismissed.

Newton Flotmill Mill

The mill n the River Tas at Newton Flotman,, and the bridge that carries the old Roman Road: Photo 1st Aug 2017

Thus did John fitzRichard’s Thorpe estate go, circa 1170, to the Carliol family via the granddaughter of John’s son Eustace. And his oddments of land in Saxlingham Nethergate?

Apparently the Verduns had acquired at least the (Nethergate) church some time before 1231 when they went into dispute with the Carliolos over the right to appoint the rector to Beate Marie de Saxlingham Nethergate church.

St Mary's Church, Saxlingham

St Mary’s Church, the north aisle: Photo taken 1st Aug 2017

Carliol Family of Saxlingham and Annandale

(Sourced from A History of the Ancient Family of Carlisle, London 1822, by Nicholas Carlisle)

The name ‘de Carliol’ stems from the Barony of Carlisle; it means ‘from Carlisle’. There, in Wetheral parish, a knight, Hildred, was lord of Cumwhinton manor. At the Norman Conquest the newly appointed earl of Carlisle and Cumberland, Ranulph de Meschines, confirmed his possession. Later, as appears in an Assize Roll of 1210, William Rufus, and Henry I both added to his holding.

Henry, King of England, to Walter Espec, Eustace fitzJohn, and Orlando the sheriff, and all his faithful subjects of Cumberland, French and English, greetings . . . 

Know ye, that I have given and granted to Hildred de Karleolio, and Odard his son, the land which belonged to Gamel fitzBern, and the land which was the property of Glassa, son of Brictric, my Drengs…

i.e. ‘a large possession east side of River Eden’

When Hildred de Karleolio’s son Odard predeceased him, Hildred divided this considerable estate between his two grandsons, Robert and Richard. Robert de Carliol was assigned the more ancient, ancestral portions.

Carliol_Gene_Chart

Adam de Carliol

The first that’s seen in the historical records of Adam, son of Robert de Carliol, is amongst those standing surety for Alan, son of Roald, constable of Richmond castle (Yorkshire). Alan petitioned King John in 1201 for the return of said castle. According to author Nicholas Carlisle (see note regards sources, above), this Adam de Carliol was the first of the family to settle in Annandale (in Scotland).

As we’ve seen, this same Adam de Carliol married Maud de Vescy. But he wasn’t the only husband of Maud de Vescy. Maud also married Thomas de Muschamp. And if Thomas died in 1172, and Adam was alive and standing surety in 1201, it’s a fair guess that he married Muschamp’s widow.

Fmg.ac mentions only this first marriage, citing an undated charter relating to Alnwick Abbey, Northumberland:

‘Eustachium de Vescy, Matildam et Ceceliam’ are given as the children of ‘Willielmus de Vescy senior’ and his wife ‘sororem domini Roberti de Stutevill […]

[The charter adds] Maud married ‘Thomæ de Muscampo’ by whom she had ‘Robertus de Muscampo, de quo…alius Robertus de Muscampo, de quo Isabella, quæ data fuit Willielmo de Huntercumbe, de quo Eustachius de Huntercumbe’

Relations appear to have been good between the de Carliol and de Vescy families with lands being exchanged between them. But there were altogether too many Williams amongst the de Carliols and it becomes impossible to distinguish one from another. For instance . . .

William de Carliol

In 1286, William de Carliol (the second, I’m assuming) was summoned to Norwich to answer by what right he claimed to have view of frank-pledge (a system first found in the Laws of King Cnut whereby every man must be bound to all others in the Hundred, his neighbours then standing surety for him; one trips foul of the law, they all pay) and the assize of bread and ale in Saxlingham (the right to regulate the weight and quality of these).

William de Carliol liked to apply his rights.

In 1291 William de Carliol (I assumed the same one) appears in the Charter Rolls as claiming to have free-warren in Saxlingham and Newton Flotman. But this was disputed by the jurors of Henstead Hundred who asserted that one Richard de Boyland had the custody of the manor of Saxlingham—ex dimisione Willielmi (le Karliol)—though they believed it was without warrant.

Then again, in 1297 a ‘William de Karliolo of Annandale’ was residing in Scotland, in the service of the king. Was he one and the same as the William de Carliol who demanded his rights in his manor at in Saxlingham? If so, did the Annandale estate pass to William de Carliol, heir to Saxlingham? And what of the Wortwell manor in the parish of Redenhall, Norfolk?

In 1298, the Wortwell manor belonged to ‘William Carlio’ (are we still talking William de Carliol II, or have we moved on?) and his wife Agnes. In 1299 it had passed to Richard Carliol (their son? – in which case the father must be William Carliol III).

Then there’s the little contretemps involving William de Carliol’s tenant, Simon de Gosford and his young son John.

Simon de Gosford and the Rebels of Sherwood

As seen in the report of the 1316 Lincoln Inquisition, Simon de Gosford held land in Saxlingham off William de Carliol—the Berewell manor. Not long after that inquest Simon’s wife gave birth to their son and heir, John de Gosford. When, two years later, in 1318, Simon died, that infant was given by the king into the custody of William de Montagu, King’s Steward. But why, when his overlord, who ought to have custody, was William de Carliol? Because William de Carliol was currently in disgrace.

Like other barons with lands in the ever-contested borderlands of Cumberland and Northumberland, the de Carliols adhered to whichever king was currently overlord of their land. More problematic was when the baron’s land was divided between the two kingdoms. Then which king was a man to serve: the king of Scotland, or he of England? And whichever he chose to serve, he automatically fell foul of the other. In 1318 he adhered to the Scottish kin, Robert the Bruce. Thus was a writ issued to the King’s Escheator saying that as William de Carliol—of Annandale and of Saxlingham—adhered to the rebels and enemies in Scotland, contrary to his fidelity to the king, all lands and tenements which belonged to said William (together with the lands and tenements which belonged by inheritance to the infant John) were now in the king’s hands.

In summer 1318 that king, Edward II, was informed that one ‘William of Shirewood’, together with other ‘evil doers and disturbers of his peace’ had abducted the young John de Gosford. King Edward issued a writ to his Escheator: the situation was to be investigated.

The King’s Escheator duly sent an Inquisition into the county of Norfolk, to Saxlingham where, on 8th October 1318, the jurors reported, on oath, that William de Shirewode, Nicholas Arnald de Shirewode and his son Lyne, did come to Saxlingham and carried away the said John de Gosford though the boy was only 18 months old.

It seemed there may have been more involved than abducting a child. For the same Escheator then reported that he’d been to Berewell (the name Gosford had given the manor he held of Carliol) where he found Lyne, son of Nicholas Arnald de Shirewode. So was Lyne son of Nicholas Arnald a tenant of the tenant, renting land on that same estate? Or in the absence of Simon de Gosford, had he planted himself there in the hope of gaining it through occupation? An early case of squatters’ rights.

As the Escheator explained to King Edward, he was unable to bring the child to the King’s court ‘on account of his tender age’; instead he delivered said child into the custody of William de Montagu, the King’s Steward, who, with his wife Elizabeth, had been granted the inheritance of all lands belonging to William de Carliol, now deemed a rebel.

Henceforth the Montagu’s become lords of Berewell and Thorpe Hall manors in Saxlingham, the one-time holdings of John fitzRichard, nephew of the sheriff Waleran.

Old Road from Hempnall to Saxlingham Thorpe

Along the old road from Hempnall to Saxlingham Thorpe: Photo 1st Aug 2017

Montagu Family

William de Montagu alias William de Montacute

William de Montagu, born to a prominent West Country family, distinguished himself as soldier and courtier in the service of King Edward I (r. 1272-1307), and his son Edward II (r.1307-1327)—mostly by serving in the wars with Scotland. As reward, in 1316 he was “granted the marriage of” Joan de Verdun, heiress/daughter of Theobald de Verdun who was currently the king’s ward. Taking advantage of this unexpected bonus, he wed the lady to his youngest son, John—who promptly died leaving the young Joan a widow. The same year (1316) he was appointed as Steward of the Household of Edward II, along with which he received a fat annuity of 200 marks. This was replaced in 1317 by the king’s grant—for life—of several manors, mostly in the southern counties. The following year he was appointed Keeper of Abingdon Abbey, a position he wasn’t allowed to hold for long since in November the same year he was sent to Gascony as the king’s Seneschal, it’s thought to avoid accusations of ‘plotting’. He died there in 1319 leaving as widow his wife Elizabeth de Montfort—who then married Thomas Furnivall, father of Joan de Verdun’s second husband, Thomas Furnivall, jnr., but that’s a different story.

The English lands of William de Carliol, including Saxlingham, passed to William de Montagu’s son, coincidentally named William de Montagu (1303-1344). In 1337 William son of William de Montagu was created Earl of Salisbury. When he died in 1344 the inherited lands of William de Carliol, including Saxlingham, passed to his widow, Katherine de Grandison, and when she died in 1349, they passed to the deceased Earl of Salisbury’s brother, Edward. Why to his brother and not to his son (yes, confusingly another William) I don’t know—except these lands wouldn’t have counted as patrimony and therefore weren’t tied to the by-now-operative inheritance rules of primogeniture.

Thorpe Hall described in a rental of 1317/1318

“The site of the manor there with alder grove and courtyard contains 18 acres of arable land. In which site is a certain moat built up [i.e. contains a house] and the courtyard outside the moat built with houses. It has no value on account of the need to repair the houses. Likewise a garden behind the barn if kept up as at present is valued at 5s, per annum. One part of the courtyard next to the gates which contains a house for the servants is valued at 6d per annum. One alder grove called the ‘park’ is valued in pasture and nuts at 5s. per annum.”

Not a prime property, then. Today, this ‘platform’, overgrown with bramble, dogs mercury, lively in spring with crab apples trees and hawthorn, serves as a covert for pheasants.

Edward de Montagu

Edward had married Alice, the granddaughter of Thomas of Brotherton, Earl of Norfolk (see above under Roger Bigod Earl of Norfolk), and a rather obscure-sounding Alice of Hales—as her name implies, a local lass from Hales near Loddon in Norfolk, and daughter of a coroner.

The granddaughter Alice presented Edward with six children. But when he died in 1361 only one remained from his first marriage—Joan de Montagu—and one from his second marriage—Audrey de Montagu. As was the law with daughters, his estate, which included the de Carliol lands, was divided equally between them.

Montagu_Genes_Chart

When Joan de Montagu died in 1376, her share of her grandfather’s estate passed to her husband (William de Ufford, son of Robert de Ufford, Earl of Suffolk) and his heirs—all of whom had predeceased him. And so this estate too—all but the Saxlingham portion—reverted to the Crown to be reassigned in 1385 to the newly created Earl of Suffolk, Michael de la Pole.

As to the Berewell and Thorpe Hall manors at Saxlingham, the Montagu family had not long offloaded it, sold to Sir John Wingfield of Saxmundham, Suffolk, (fl.1348, d.bf.1375) and his wife Alianore. When, circa 1360, their daughter Katherine married Michael de la Pole she took the Saxlingham manors with her, thus it was reunited with the Ufford-Montagu estate.

St Mary's ruins, Saxlingham Thorpe

Church ruins at Saxlingham Thorpe: Photo 5th April 2017

Deserted Villages, Black Death and Climate Change

Throughout Britain are remains of so-called ‘deserted villages’ which more often are the result of migration. Usually the Black Death is held to blame. And it’s true that folk who’d survived the worst outbreaks of plague refused to live in a place of death, fearing the (unknown) cause would erupt and infect them again (epidemics repeated through to the C17th). In Saxlingham Nethergate, too, the villagers moved away from the former centre around the church, focus of occupation since the Iron Age. Even today this space remains empty. But it wasn’t the plague alone that forced the migration. It was climate change, too.

It might be a hot subject today, but it’s not new. The climate has swung through hot and cold periods, some short-lived, some longer. Man’s activities have little to do with it. Rather it is solar winds, sun spots and cosmic rays.

The earliest megalith-builders gloried in sun-filled days and blue skies. Then came the Bronze Age and a swing to a colder, wetter climate. We see this in the change of religious focus, from sky to lake, river, and bog.

The climate was swinging back to warm by the time the Romans arrived. But by the time they departed the weather had changed yet again. Where the Romans had made a productive bread-basket of what’s now the Fens, by the early Anglo-Saxon period was awash with water, and this wasn’t the first time.

But again came a change. On the eve of the Norman Conquest Britain basked in a dryer, warmth climate—the invading Normans brought viniculture with them. They established vineyards even in the north. The French were most put out that England no longer imported their wines! But again, that was to change.

By C13th the climate was beginning to swing into another cold period, one from which we’re only now climbing. Courtesy of a bout of volcanic eruptions, this one resulted in what’s become known as the Little Ice Age, when winter fairs were held on the frozen Thames. The first sign of that change was a series of weather extremes. Dry summers in which grain failed to swell, followed by summers of rain that laid the grain low, unable to harvest it, inviting mildew and rot. Cattle and sheep, too, suffered disease. Result: famine.

The first half of the fourteenth century saw a series of widespread famines. Weakened by starvation, when the Plague arrived, the Brits had no resistance. In the first wave two-thirds of the population died.

How did this affect the folk of Saxlingham Thorpe whose village was built upon clay-lands? Those who could were already moving away—the hamlet of Foxhole was in evidence by early 1300s. The watermill at Newton Flotman, owned by the de Vescy-Carliol family, enticed folk to live nearer, less distance to carry their grain. Besides, that mill was always in need of repair, to its fabric and water-runs. Though there are hills in Norfolk, the rivers being in valleys have little gradient. To get a good flow a side-stream of the river must be diverted and held by a sluice till required. Another attraction in that direction was the convenience of the old Roman London-Norwich road that crosses the Tas on the Saxlingham border. Wealth in wool required easy access to ports, and Norwich had always been one of East Anglia’s main ports. Other people moved eastward, to settle around Eastgate Green (now Saxlingham Green).

Saxlingham Green

Welcome shade along Saxlingham Green: Photo 16th May 2017

Wash Lane, Saxlingham Thorpe

Saxlingham Thorpe’s problem was its soil. Though away from the marshy area that was Broad Slough, it was set on a great depth of glacial deposits. Not fast-draining gravels as found alongside the Tas valley, but impervious silts, i.e. clay. As Ms Muir notes in her book, one field here was called ‘The Sops’. An abandoned building (it’s marked on the 1881 OS map) was known as Mud Hall. Sitting at the top of Wash Lane, it now is known as Mud Hole. This is possibly the site of Thorpe Rectory as described by Muir, overlooking to south ‘Pirnow Green’ (it now is a field) around which she found evidence of medieval houses.

Mud Hole, Saxlingham

Mud Hole, last of the drainage remaining: Photo 5th April 2017

Mud Hall and Pirnow Green

Where once was Mud Hall and Pirnow Green: Photo 5th April 2017

My first reunion with Saxlingham Thorpe, a couple or three years back, prompted two questions. The first was easily answered: Why is Wash Lane so called?

Running parallel to the unpaved lane is a deep and wide gully, the original course of the Broad Slough’s Mesolithic tributary (see Written in Soil ). Into this empties the sub-surface field drainage system, gushing for weeks in a wet autumn. All would be well, but that the gully peters out mid-way along the lane—I’m told thereafter it runs underground, crossing the road at the village cross to join Broad Slough. So it might, but those pipes don’t cope with it, leaving the remainder of the lane to be ‘awash’ with water. Wellies essential.

Wash Lane, Saxlingham

Wash Lane, not awash: Photo 5th April 2017

Once the migration had started it didn’t stop, though the old village didn’t empty overnight. Pottery sherds have been found dating to C17th. But I’m jumping ahead.

Walter Giffard, Robert Malet, Godric the Steward and Drogo le Beuvrière

Saxlingham’s other Domesday holders.

It seems Walter Giffard gave lordship of his two free men with their fifty acres arable to St Benets abbey, their pre-Hastings lord. He had a large holding in Buckinghamshire, he didn’t need this small fry. Later, he served King William II (Rufus) as Justicar of England. But Giffard remained a major landowner in Normandy and when William’s brother Robert Curthose, now Duke of Normandy, invaded England in 1101, Giffard joined him—he died the following year, still in England, though his body was shipped back home for burial.

According to Ms Muir, the land held by Robert Malet—72 acres, in 1086 held of him by Walter de Caen—eventually joined Verdun’s manor of Vardings when William Malet married a Verdun wife. Unfortunately, Ms Muir gives no date for this and as the Malet family favoured the name ‘William’ details of that marriage, for me, remains unfound.

We know that the 60-odd acres granted to Godric the steward weren’t claimed by his son, and so reverted to the Crown to be reassigned to whomever. No record remains.

Which leaves Drogo le Beuvrière’s 310 acres arable, of whom Ms Muir says she knows nothing.

Odo, Count of Champagne, Lord of Holderness

I have already said of Drogo’s Honour of Holderness, in East Yorkshire, and how, when his wife (reputed a niece of William, King of England, Duke of Normandy) died of poison in suspect circumstances he took a ship never to be heard of again.

In 1087 the Honour of Holderness with its castle at Skipsea was granted to Odo, Count of Aumale. That’s one version. The other version has it granted to Odo’s wife Adelaide. Whichever the version, that Honour included Drogo’s East Anglian lands.

The story on Odo runs briefly like this: In 1047 when Stephen II, Count of Troyes and of Meaux, died, his son Odo was still a minor, and so his uncle Theobald III of Blois served as regent. But by 1060 Odo had come into his own and had married Adelaide, sister of William, Duke of Normandy, soon to be King of England. This wasn’t Adelaide’s first marriage–in fact, it was her third. Odo scooped jackpot when, in 1069, Adelaide’s first husband’s sole heir died and she inherited becoming Countess of Aumale. Through his marriage to Adelaide, Odo now took the title of count. In 1066 Odo accompanied William in the conquest of England. While he was away his avaricious uncle, Theobald III of Blois, seized Troyes and Meaux.

The keen-eyed reader might recognise the name of Adelaide, Countess of Aumale as successor of Wulfric, brother of Wulfgyth de Karletuna (see Wulfgyth de Karletuna), there I suggested the land bequeathed by Wulfgyth to her daughter Gode was that later held by Drogo le Beuvrière.

Although Odo and his wife were granted Drogo’s former Honour of Holderness with its East Anglian manors, his tenure was cut short in 1095 when he was imprisoned on suspicion of plotting to overthrow King William II and place his own son, Stephen, upon the English throne. And in view of William the Conqueror’s claim to the English throne through his great-aunt, Odo’s wasn’t so far out; through his mother Stephen was cousin to King William II.

Ironically, while Odo lost his English lands, in 1102 they were restored to his usurpering son Stephen by King Henry I.

While tracing the descent of the Honour of Holderness presents no problem, tracking Drogo’s former East Anglian manors—which includes Saxlingham—draws nothing but blanks. Yet I do know that King Stephen (r.1135-1154), grandson of William the Conqueror through his mother, grandson of Theobald III, Count of Blois through his father, was invested by his uncle, King Henry I, with a rich portfolio of East Anglian manors amongst which was Robert Malet’s former Honour of Eye and the Honour of Lancaster, which also included lands in East Anglia. It is possible along with these he received his cousin’s East Anglian manors, those of Odo Count of Champagne, and possible those of Adelaide, his wife. Although I admit, I’ve found no evidence to support this suggestion.

Black Death to Early Tudor

The massive death-count during the first few outbreaks of the plague resulted in a major change in the English countryside. Where were the peasants to work their lords’ lands, to produce the grain for him to amass and sell at a profit to fund his high-living? Alas, gone to graveyards, almost every one. How then was he to maintain his lifestyle? Answer: By grazing sheep.

England’s flourishing economy was already based upon wool. Wool was its major export. Raw wool, for the English hadn’t the skills in weaving found in Flanders and the Germanic counties south and east. Deprived of the backs to work the land, the upper crust turned their vast estates to sheep runs—and reaped an even greater harvest.

Small-holder tenants (the yeomen) weren’t long in following suit. They had money. Now they had opportunity. A goodly number invested their savings in buying up small parcels of land off their lords or neighbours. Soon those wily tenants were raking in profits off sheep as fast as the upper echelons.

Thus, we see in the village records at Saxlingham a series of otherwise unknown names, unrelated to any of the big news-worthy families.

In 1388 Netherhall (Saxlingham Nethergate Old Hall) was let to rent, no longer part of the manor.

In 1477 Thomas and Matilda Slyford held the ‘site of the manor called Manor Yard’.

In 1499 John Bremer held the manor ‘called Le Hallplace with 9 acres land…’

It was around this time that enclosure began.

Early Enclosure

Enclosure wasn’t a new phenomenon. The Statute of Merton (1235)—followed in 1285 by the Statue of Westminster—allowed for the enclosure of manorial common land. Aside from this there began the process of fencing off adjacent strips from the common field. Not that the common-field system had reached our part of Norfolk early enough to become ingrained in people’s habits. Neither was it practiced in the Midland way with a family’s strips being scattered across the whole. Rather, each family had their own discrete and fenced section of the ‘common field’. It made enclosure so much easier. Also, at this early stage, enclosure was by mutual agreement.

Tudor Period to Restoration

John Bremer held the manor of Le Hall-as a tenant of the Crown. In 1540, that Crown, worn by Henry VIII, granted the manor to Anne of Cleves as part of her divorce settlement. (He also granted her Costessey manor, scene of my child-days, which in 1553 was granted to the Catholic Lord Henry Jerningham). But all that meant to John Bremer was he paid rent and homage to a different lord.

One Olivia Potter is on record as attending the first court held by Anne of Cleves. Olivia’s husband had recently died, and Olivia and her son went to claim recognition as tenants of ‘Netherhall Yard with 10 acres’.

By 1567 Bremer was again holding his manor as a tenant of the Crown, now Elizabeth I. We know this, for he had to petition the Queen for licence to sell his tenancy to one John Dimock—who in turn sold it to William Tutthill—who then sold it on to Sir Thomas Gawdy II who joined it to his newly-acquired Verdon’s manor. The mid 1550s saw Sir Thomas Gawdy greedily acquiring land in the Henstead and Loddon Hundreds. His son Robert inherited.

Meanwhile, as well as having half-shares in Netherhall, the Tutthill family had also acquired Thorpe Hall.

Gawdy Family

Sir Thomas Gawdy I

(political career sourced from History of Parliament)
In 1545 Sir Thomas Gawdy I (c.1509-1556), served as Member of Parliament for Salisbury in Wiltshire—where it seems he had no known connections. In 1547 he was MP for (King’s) Lynn in Norfolk—where he was certainly known, and again when he became MP for Norwich in1553. Thomas came from a family strong in the Law, first seen with his grandfather in 1480s, a profession followed, too, by his three half-brothers and by his son and grandson. Demand for his services were high, 3rd Duke of Norfolk, 16th Earl of Oxford and the 1st and 2nd Earls of Sussex being amongst his clients and patrons, retained or consulted by e.g. Thomas Seymour, Baron Seymour of Sudeley, Bishop Barlow and the city of London.

The first Sir Thomas grew rich from his profession. Yet it didn’t hurt that he married three wealthy heiresses in succession. He used his wealth to snap up the former religious properties now flooding the market—and anything else that was in the offering. But while he divided his purchased land between his two younger sons, he bequeathed those held in fee simple—land held of the Crown and by now tantamount to absolute ownership—to his eldest son, Thomas. And that included land at Saxlingham and neighbouring Shotesham.

Thomas Gawdy II

(political career sourced from History of Parliament)
Born c.1526, Sir Thomas II inherited his father’s Norfolk estate which included the lordship of Claxton, Hellington, Ashby St Mary and Carleton St Peter in Loddon Hundred; Holverston, Rockland St. Peter’s, Surlingham, Bramerton, and Saxlingham in Henstead Hundred; Tasburgh in neighbouring Depwade Hundred, as well as a scatter of manors in other hundreds. But his main pied-à-terre was Gawdy Hall, in Harleston. A knight, he served as a judge of the Common Pleas—and married (first wife) Audrey or Etheldreda, heir to the Knightley family of Norwich. In 1553 Audrey—or Ethedreda—presented Sir Thomas with a bouncy baby boy. Henry.

Henry Gawdy

(political career sourced from History of Parliament)
Educated at Trinity College, Cambridge, and the Inner Temple, in 1593 Henry served as Justice of the Peace for Suffolk. In 1592 and 1607 he was appointed High Sheriff of Norfolk. MP for Norfolk in 1597 and 1601, he was knighted (KB) in 1603. He succeeded his father in 1588. His biography on the History of Parliament  makes interesting reading.

Gawdy was active in Norfolk affairs…

He was named to a committee on 8th November 1597 to discuss ‘the great and burdensome charge’ on subjects obliged to maintain themselves in armour and weapons…

As knight for Norfolk he eligible to attend the following committees (it’s not known which he did attend):
In 1597, enclosures (5th November), the poor law (5th & 22nd November), the penal laws (8th November), the subsidy (15th November), export of wool (18th November), a charter for Great Yarmouth (23rd November) and land reclamation (3rd December)
In 1601, the penal laws (2nd November), the order of business (3rd November), monopolies (23rd November), the payment of tithes in Norwich (27th November) and the reform of the abuses of the clerk of the market (2nd December).

Henry Gawdy died between 23rd January 1621 when he made his will, and 12th March when his will was proved. He bequeathed all his worldly goods to his eldest son Robert. The following year Gawdy’s Saxlingham estate was sold to Sir Charles Suckling.

For those interested the political careers of the Gawdy family, see History of Parliament 

Suckling Family

Robert Suckling was another of those political breeds, serving as both mayor and MP forNorwich.

His son, Sir John Suckling (1569-1627), followed in his father’s footsteps in serving as MP for Norwich, moreover he was also elected MP for the ill-fated Dunwich (1601). Aside from his involvement in local affairs, he spent much time at the courts of James I and Charles I, being Secretary of State under the former, and Comptroller of the Household for the latter. He married (firstly) Martha Cranfield, sister to Lionel Cranfield, Earl of Middlesex. His son by this marriage became a notable ‘Cavalier’ poet, Sir John Suckling.

Sir John Suckling, poet

To quote Wikipedia, Sir John, junior (1609-1641) was ‘renowned for careless gaiety and wit.’ He also invented the card game of cribbage, beloved of old regulars in old country pubs, at which he amassed winning equivalent to £4 million in today’s money. It seems he was a bit of a boy wonder, most prodigious. He attended Trinity College, Cambridge age 14, had enrolled at Gray’s Inn aged 18—the same year as he inherited his father’s estates. His intimate circle included the playwright-poet Ben Jonson, fellow ‘Cavalier’ poets Thomas Carew and Richard Lovelace; also, perhaps surprisingly, the cleric-theologian John Gales. In 1628 he quitted England to do the Grand Tour bit; he returned to be knight in 1630.

Suckling poet

Sir John Suckling, poet; ;Photo of painting by Anthony van Dyck, Library of Toronto

But while his biog makes interesting reading, let’s not forget this post is about the Norfolk village of Saxlingham. And we are nearly done.

Saxlingham Thorpe Church

When I first set my feet wandering around Saxlingham village it was to visit the ruins of the Saxlingham Thorpe church, St Mary Magdalene (the name was changed at the Reformation, ‘Assumption of St Mary’ no longer found favour). I was curious what had happened to the church. When was it abandoned? I had already found the parish register—several threads of my ancestral tapestry arrived and joined here. Reading through that register I assumed the church was still active in 1740. But not so when I Googled it.

Saxlingham Nethergate and Thorpe Register

Saxlingham Thorpe Register cropped

From the Norfolk.gov site, Norfolk Heritage Explorer:

The church that once stood here probably originated in the Late Saxon period as shown by the design of the nave and the two Saxon-Norman phases visible in the chancel. Other features like the tower and buttresses date to around 1500. Repairs to the building stopped in 1648 and by 1687 the building was ruinous with materials being used to repair St Mary’s church in Saxlingham Nethergate. The church probably fell out of use as villagers migrated away from Saxlingham Thorpe to other more hospitable locations in the [Tas] valley.

By 1687 it was ruinous, its materials used to repair the other church of St Mary’s, in Saxlingham Nethergate. Yet its register of baptisms, marriages and burials wasn’t combined with that of Saxlingham Nethergate until 1740. I found that a bit odd. It was then I found Ms Muir’s, A Good Place to Call Home.

St Mary's church tower, Saxlingham

The old tower at St Mary’s church, Saxlingham Thorpe: Photo 5th April 2017

According to Ms Muir, in 1551 the rector of Saxlingham Nethergate also held Thorpe church. According to Blomefield’s History of Norfolk the last rector to hold Thorpe independently of Nethergate was William Hervy, priest, who’d been appointed by Lady Eleanor de Wingfield in 1362, a while 200 years earlier. Thereafter the two churches were held in union, says Blomefield.

Attendances at Thorpe declined. The parishioners complained to the bishop claiming said rector, Robert Robertson, held services at inconvenient times because he held the two cures. The Bishop rebuked the rector. It made no difference.

Blomefield’s History:

‘1603, Robert Robertson, he returned 140 communicants in this parish.’

Over the ensuing years, Thorpe church fell out of use, and not being used, it wasn’t repaired. Nor was it only the church. The rectory, which by my reckoning might underlay Mud Hall, also fell into disrepair.

In 1684 an order was issued that no more repairs were to be done to Thorpe church, and permission was given to sell any ornamental work from Thorpe church, the proceeds to go to Nethergate. The ruinous church became a builder’s supply yard.

Yet, incredibly, the parish registers were kept separate until 1740.

In preparing this post I again accessed those Registers. As per Blomefield’s account, I found from their inception (1560) they shared a rector. Though, oddly, not those given by Blomefield—though the Registers and Blomefield agree on William Pudding, rector from 1621. Yet Blomefield makes no mention of John Tuthill, clerk and rector, whose name graces the pages from 1650 to his death in 1678, despite it was this rector’s kinsman, also named John, who was Lord of the Manor, as stated in the burial notice in the Parish Register, 1684.

Tuthill Family

By C16th most of England’s manors were in the hands of the lesser gentry. There’s no one source of the Tuthill family history. To Google it yields page upon page of personal genealogy sites, mostly American for two of the Tuthill sons emigrated (grandsons of the John Tuthill, b.1555, who married Elizabeth Woomer of Tharston).

Alumni Cantabrigienses: A Biographical List of All Known Students …, Volume 1, is more informative. Geoffrey Tuthill, given as son of Henry Tuthill of Saxlingham, was at Caius College, Cambridge in 1600.  In 1652, William Tuthill, son and heir of John Tuthill, gent, of Saxlingham was also at Caius—aged 16 it notes; in 1656 he was admitted to Lincoln’s Inn. Then in 1668 John Tuthill, born at Saxlingham, was at Pembroke College, Cambridge.

Blomefield is less than forthcoming about the family, though he does provide the earliest record: one Richard Tuthill was buried, 1464, in Redenhall church (Redenhall was an early Gawdy stronghold). He says:

John Tattle’s [Tuthill], Esq. who died in 1684 and Elizabeth his daughter and heiress inherited [Saxlingham Overhall]; she married John Mingay, Esq.  and died in 1716, leaving her three daughters as her heiresses.

He lists them, but they’re beyond the period of interest.

The Parish Register records every birth, some of the marriages and most of the burials of the Tuthill family. But who belongs to whom? I’m not going to attempt the connections. If any long-lost descendant of the Tuthill family should happen upon this post, may I direct their attention to the transcription below.

Tuthills in Saxlingham Nethergate Register

And so, my questions answered. here endeth this village history.

 

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